#SO YEAH TYLER HAS KILLED FOR WEDNESDAY

[cupoteahatter]

No One: Me: Fundamentally, Wyler is a bit toxic as ships go but they're also very healthy in terms of being able to see two characters 100% in it for themselves. Their self worth and their gain, it's an equal partnership and whilst they may compromise they always put their wants and needs first and THAT'S important, it might not be 'Romantic' in that sense but you know what? I love seeing couples who don't have to worry about the other one dying because they know damn well that they will FIGHT to survive, even if it means one of them is killed ultimately by the other. In a life or death situation one of them will not die for the other but will die to the other, kill for each other. Wednesday says it herself "I will always put my wants and needs first" and honestly I really think the ship is an excellently written one with a lot of potential in the future-

Also Me: Lovers to Enemies to Lovers goes brrrrr

[gangrel-pride]

im already fully committed and subscribed to the inevitable Gomezification of Wednesday Addams so please give me your pitch dec of how Enid is Morticia because I fully agree

sorry it took me a bit i had to try and organize my thoughts and im not very good at that

admittedly I’d like to have more Morticia to compare Enid to but we only had 8 episodes so whatcanyado

under the cut so as not to annoy other people

-there’s The Big One: both Wednesday and Gomez would be dead were it not for Enid and Morticia. Garrett would have killed Gomez had Morticia not ran him through and Tyler would have gutted Wednesday where she stood had Enid not drop-kicked his ass

-then there's the fact they've both committed violence to protect the ones they love and 100% do not regret any of it— despite Enid being portrayed as extremely squeamish

-they’re both cunning as hell and they know how to "play their part" to their advantage. Enid can say what would Wednesday do as much as she wants, but at the end of the day the shit she pulled during the Poe Cup was 100% Enid—there’s also, you know,

the way Enid managed to pull one over on Wednesday? she played the part of the "airhead roommate" (yeah you can't convince me that "ew, what died?" when she walked into a crypt wasn't calculated), so Wens would underestimate her. And while we haven’t seen enough of Morticia to judge she always gives off the vibe that she not only knows more than she lets on, she will 100% use it (honestly a lot of Tish's characterization has the benefit of other iterations of her you can use to fill in some blanks). She at the very least seemed to have a contingency plan for every possible thing Wednesday could have tried to get away from Nevermore

-they’re both actually really good at reading people, it’s tied to the above point

-Enid's well-liked enough to not only have friends in multiple different cliques but she’s also on good terms with enough people to be privy to all kinds of gossip, human or supernatural— and judging from what little Weems said, Morticia seemed to be popular way back when too. Though idk if Enid is the school darling to the extent Morticia seems to have been cause the closest we get to the whole school interacting with Enid is, well,

-my absolute favorite parallel tho is how Enid's got Wednesday wrapped around her little finger just like Morticia’s got Gomez. Enid is the only one who can get Wednesday to do anything, from apologizing to Thing to putting her murder board somewhere else—she didn’t even have to ask, it made her uncomfortable and Wednesday just, like, moved it—to wrangle genuine compliments out of her. as a bonus Wednesday goes full My Girl Is Mad At Me I Hope I Die after their fight, which is very Gomez of her

-Enid can't stand staying away from Wednesday. In fact, she can stand it so little she doesn't even wait for Weds to apologize, she just comes back

girl you didn't even give an explanation for why you work, you just got tired of waiting for Wednesday to swallow her fuckin pride and came back all on your own she gave you NOTHING!

And while you could argue this is some Gomez-ass behavior, i think Morticia and Gomez are just as bad as each other on this

-this right here is some Morticia-ass behavior she's so proud:

-the height difference, it's uncanny:

in conclusion, whether intentional or not Enid is more Morticia than Wednesday is and Wens should be actually worried about being too much like her father thank you for coming to my TED Talk

[caffeinatednecromancer]

There is a lot of parallel between Enid and Tyler. There situations with their parents didn't treat either one kindly. But Tyler became a bully where Enid became caring.

Every story beat involving Tyler shows Wednesday making the wrong move where the ones with Enid have her making the right move. Yeah Tyler was the bad guy so duh, but from a story standpoint, the push and pull between Enid and Tyler is great.

She involves Tyler leading to the guys at the fair coming after her, leading to bumping into Rowan and then the Hyde killing Rowan. She shows Faulkner's journal to Tyler, he distracts her, Thing gets stabbed and they lose the journal. Wednesday goes to the dance with him and leaves Eugene unprotected, and the Hyde gets him. She brings him to the Gates house, he scares them off as the Hyde.

~As opposed to~

She asks Enid about Rowan, leading to discovering the nightshades library. She helps during the Poe Cup and has a vision pointing her in the right direction. Switching assignments on Outreach day let her protect Eugene and push her towards figuring out who Goody was. Enid helped her get out of the school to go to the Gates mansion, and she got the garage door open and she found Laurel's room, before the Hyde could scare them off. Enid pointed out Tyler was closing the Weathervane the night she kissed him and had the vision of him being the Hyde. She saved Wednesday from the Hyde.

There are other parallels between the two besides their push and pull in the story. Wednesday cared about both of them, expressed herself more to both of them. They both took her to Crackstones crypt for her birthday. They have the same scar on opposing sides of there face. I'm sure there is more.

Tyler was always the negative choice. Enid was always the positive one. I think Tyler would bring her down a darker path where Enid makes her a better person.

[supercap2319]

Betrayed

Tyler Galpin x Male Reader

Dead leaves crunched beneath his feet as Y/N paced a small path towards the Crackstone's Crypt. The place that had been filled with so much mystery was now a place of dread and despair of painful memories. Memories of uncovering the mystery of Joseph Crackstone, Wednesday’s prophecy and the place where Y/N let himself be vulnerable to the one person that made him feel alive.

Tyler Galpin had reeled Y/N in with his boyish charm, and his warmth and earnestness, that shrouded the literal beast inside of him. The Hyde behind the Jekyll. The Beauty and the Beast.

His first date. His first kiss. Everything within that crypt was with the one person who broke Y/N Munster in more ways than one. He hated it.

Y/N sat down heavily on the steps to the crypt, burying his face in your hands. How could this have happened? His grandpa warned him that humans–normies, were dangerous, but Y/N didn’t realize how dangerous they really were.

The sound of footsteps could be heard around the crypt of Joseph Crackstone. Y/N looked up and saw a familiar face that made his stomach drop and his heart thumb rapidly.

Tyler raised his hands in defense as Y/N jumped up and got into a defensive position as he glared at the Hyde boy. ���It’s just me. No need to bring out the Kung Fu moves again.”

“For you, I’d do much worse than just knocking you on your ass.” Y/N warned, fangs poking out just slightly. “I heard you escaped.”

Tyler smiled and chuckled. “More like…. out for good behavior.”

“And you came here because?”

“I knew you’d still be here before winter break. And I wanted to see you. Maybe talk?” Tyler got closer to Y/N as he hissed in warning as the Hyde boy backed up a bit.

“Talk about what, huh? How many more ways are there for you to rip my heart out?” Y/N asked him.

“I’m sorry,” Tyler said.

“No, you’re not. If you were truly sorry, you’d stop enjoying killing people.”

“Says the guy whose family are literal monsters.”

“My family may be monsters, but they are good people. Better than you could ever hope to be, because as long as you're sire bonded to Ms. Thornhill, you will always be a danger.” Y/N walked towards Tyler.

“Sire bond?” Tyler frowns.

“Yeah, you’re grateful to Ms. Thornhill for showing you who you really are, and that has caused you to do anything and everything that she asks. As long as you feel that loyalty to her, she will always have control over you.” Y/N and Tyler were standing chest to chest as Y/N looked into his blue colored eyes.

“Then help me break it, please?” Tyler runs a thumb over Y/N’s cheek as the latter moves away from his touch. “Don’t. Just don’t. I can’t help you, Tyler. Only you can do that.”

“I thought we were in this together?” Tyler asks.

“That was before I gave my heart to a lying jackass,” Y/N said. He speeded and pushed Tyler against a tree and kept the slightly taller boy pinned in an iron lock grip. “You know, under different circumstances, this would be kind of hot.”

“Do you not care about what you did to me? To Wednesday? To all the people you murdered!” Y/N asked. “My first kiss. My first boyfriend. I hate that it was you.”

“Then why let me live? Why not kill me?” Tyler’s blue eyes were a darker shade of blue in the cool, snowy air. He looked down at Y/N, awaiting an answer.

Y/N huffed as he let Tyler go. “I’m not a killer. I’m not you.”

“That wasn’t my fault!”

“Wasn’t it? You could have chosen to tell me as soon as we met, but you didn’t. No, you chose to play with my feelings and you broke me, Tyler. I’m fucking broke because of you.” Y/N let tears roll down his face as he admitted that.

Tyler’s face immediately morphed into the one that was caring, compassionate, and warm. The face that he had used to rope Y/N in his webs of deceptions. “Oh, Y/N… I’m so sorry. I never meant for this to happen.”

He wiped away Y/N’s tears. The other boy looked at him. “I want you to leave and never come back. If you do, I will drain every ounce of blood from your body. Understand?”

Tyler said nothing as he nodded his head. He was frustrated, hurt, and angry, but he accepted this. He stepped away from Y/N. He began to walk back the way he came as he turned and took one glance at Y/N. “I love you, Y/N Munster. And I will spend the rest of my life trying to make things right between us. I would wait forever for you.” And with that, he was gone.

Y/N waited until he couldn’t hear Tyler’s heartbeat close him anymore before he let the tears fall hard, as Wednesday and Thing came up behind him and watched him breakdown.

[cosmic-lullaby]

I’ve had some thoughts

So upon re-watching some scenes from Wednesday for fic research, I came to a realization. In episode 3, Wednesday wants to investigate the old pilgrim meeting house and asks Tyler where it is. He tells her, then offers to go with her, which she declines.

Now, obvious after Wednesday has her vision she wakes up and is jump-scared by Tyler / Hyde but like....why did he follow her there? There’s nothing (in my memory anyway) of any incriminating evidence against Tyler or Laurel or clues at the meeting house. So why would he follow her there?

BECAUSE DEAR READERS, when Wednesday was leaving, Tyler made a point to mention that the meeting house was a ruin, and kind of sketchy. Literally the ONLY REASON I can glean as to why he followed her there was to make sure she’d be safe. NOT TO MENTION he (adorably) mentioned how she was becoming ‘obsessed with this monster in the woods’. So why wouldn’t he go there as the Hyde to impress her? He certainly wasn’t there to kill anyone (oh yeah, and the old guy that harassed her he kills next? Tyler, honey, you’re not subtle.)

BUT ALSO, as Wednesday’s chasing after him in the rain, she comes across the footprints, very clearly changing back to human. Why leave such an obvious clue? Why change back at all? Running around naked in the rain CANNOT be comfortable? Why leave such a MAJOR clue like that the monster was human? Because Tyler was purposely leaving her clues. In whatever way he could, he was trying to tell her what was happening. WHY ELSE WOULD HE FOLLOW HER OUT THERE AND LEAVE FOOTPRINTS THERE’S NO OTHER REASON FOR HIM TO BE OUT THERE WITH HER THERE WAS NO OTHER PHYSICAL EVIDENCE FOR HER TO FIND

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE.

During the confession scene at the police station, obviously Tyler’s warning of ‘you have no idea what’s coming’. WHY WOULD HE TELL HER THAT IF HE WASN’T TRYING TO WARN HER. Wednesday thought Kinbott was Gates, and was DEAD. WHY GIVE HER SUCH AN OBVIOUS WARNING AND CLUE THAT SHE WASN’T DEAD LIKE BOY WAS EITHER ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE AT BEING EVIL OR WAS ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE AND TRYING TO WARN HER IN EVERY WAY HE COULD GUESS WHICH ONE I’M STANDING BY

(look I know this arguably happened bc plot needs to happen. I'm reading too much into it. I don't care. I am having the time of my life. please join me in my insanity)

[kraken17]

One quote from Enid Sinclair per every chapter of Kooky Spooky in which she has been present.

(Note: She is present in Ch.6 & 7 but in a total wolf out, so she has no dialogue).

"Yeah, yeah... relax. The knife-throwing contest is still on. I already made it clear to Wednesday that she could only use volunteers as living targets. Yoko has offered." (Chapter 1)

"I think she's mine and Wednesday's daughter, but not from around here." (Chapter 2)

"Sigh... as tempting as it is I'd ask you both not to maim her just because of her bad habit of spouting occasional idiocy." (Chapter 3)

"They've captured our Friday. Let's go find her and then you'll teach me what's the most painful way to rip off the head of the person responsible." (Chapter 4)

"Sorry, I just… I don't feel like wasting time with this ceremony right now..." (Chapter 5)

"OMG! Why do I always forget this now when I return to my human form!!??" (Chapter 8)

"Holy shit, I'm a hunk." (Chapter 10)

"Aaaw, I think it's very cute. I'm sure deep down your Bruno appreciated this kind of attention." (Chapter 11)

"Are you very fond of this nightgown?" (Chapter 12)

"And I smell people, and pollution, lots of pollution." (Chapter 13)

"Gosh, you're a year older than us now. This is disconcerting." (Chapter 14)

"Wednesday, don't talk about your parents as if they were rabbits." (Chapter 15)

"I'm sorry... I..." (Chapter 16)

"You threw me against a building and caused me to terrify a family! That's very rude!" (Chapter 17)

"At least you're not a racist nutcase who would use her personal Hyde to gather bits of human remains for resurrection rituals." (Chapter 18)

"Your sister told us a little about you when we met her. Well, she told us that you liked to be thrown with catapults..." (Chapter 19)

"I'm not going to fight you! We don't have the time!" (Chapter 20)

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" (Chapter 21)

"Uh, I should say something, but just for calling Tyler a dime-store Hyde I'll let you have a pass." (Chapter 22)

"Wednesday and I are keeping our names because our dimension was the one originally visited by the others... Pure convenience but it was all by mutual agreement between all parties." (Chapter 23)

"What happened to my local counterpart?" (Chapter 24)

"God, it's a little trippy to think of myself as dead." (Chapter 25)

"Principal Weems! Or maybe I should say director... uh... because of the... Yeah, I'd better shut up." (Chapter 26)

"Uh... yeah, it's something I usually do, Wednesday. You used to love to complain about it." (Chapter 27)

"For your own sake, you'd better..." (Chapter 28)

"They will have no hesitation in killing any of you." (Chapter 29)

"You're going...to pay...for..." (Chapter 30)

"Oh... erm... apology accepted my... err... my lord?" (Chapter 33)

"But wait a minute, if they're a confederation of packs how come there's a princess?" (Chapter 34)

"I'm sorry. There's nothing wrong with your last name. It's just that... well, in my reality a counterpart of you is one of my best friends." (Chapter 35)

"Ok, the doppelgänger thing I can get, but what's with the homunculus?" (Chapter 36)

"And now... now I get this story that I'm some kind of... multiversal warrior who reincarnates, like a cheap copy of Avatar: The Last Airbender!?" (Chapter 37)

"Ah, ah. I already know the electricity trick." (Chapter 38)

"We're going to breach The Bright One's defenses. And we won't use magic to do it. What we need is science. Mad science." (Chapter 39)

"What do you say about finding a way to inter-dimensionally travel to a magically sealed universe to rescue Wednesday and Friday and deal with an army of supernatural monsters?" (Chapter 40)

"Six months, my love. It has taken me six months to be able to come back to you." (Chapter 41)

"It's just that if you leave me stranded in another universe I have a bad habit of trying to find my way back." (Chapter 42)

"Oops, someone's a wee bit cranky." (Chapter 43)

"It's just that… Look at her! We're not even talking about being just a MILF anymore. I'm going to be totes a GILF, for real." (Chapter 44)

“My name… is… Enid Addams.” (Chapter 46)

"Fuck, Weds, getting stabbed by a saber shouldn't feel so good!" (Chapter 47)

"Who are we? Right now and right here, we are the Addams family." (Chapter 48)

"Well...I mean...the truth is...erm...Ireallylikeyourhairandyourloosehairdoesthingstome." (Chapter 49)

"Six months, Weds. I've been six months away from you. The word insatiable doesn't even come close to describing how I feel.” (Chapter 50)

“You know, if you keep calling them that they're going to end up being born with horns and wings.” (Epilogue)

[lorelaiblair]

My thoughts as I rewatch Wednesday Part 2

part 1

-can you imagine the way she feels? this horrible thing has happened, she watched someone be gruesomely murdered, and nobody believes her! all of the adults who are supposed to be on her side, people who are trying to be her friends, and nobody believes her!!! (enid does, enid always does, and i love that but it’s kind of outside of my point this time) can you imagine how frustrated she is? how distraught?

-enid’s entire demeanor changing the second she hears wednesday

-enid is everything

-her understanding wednesday and going out of her way to make wednesday more comfortable

-eugene is everything

-what does thornhill think about rowan “being alive”, she had to know that weems was impersonating him because she and tyler are the ones who killed him!

-kent covering his mouth like “ohhh shit” when wednesday and bianca are battling in plants class

-“go apologize” enid says and wednesday does just that

-enid is everything.

-does thornhill actually not know the nightshades still exist?

-enid so excited wednesday is joining poe cup “yeah but you’re mostly doing it because we’re friends?”

-“costume?”

-her makeup is so cute, the nose???

-her costume having pink stitches and wednesday’s having black

-“OMG you look purr-fect! only thing, where are your whiskers?” “ask again and you’ll be down to eight lives”

-enid is psycho and it’s everything

-they all just see wednesday laying there unconscious on the ground and leave her there?? don’t even stop to see if she’s okay???

-“i just asked myself ‘wwwd, what would wednesday do’”

-wednesday hates the attention so much, she looks miserable, enid is having the time of her life

-having the time of her life yet leaving to go find wednesday, to include her in whatever way she wishes to be included

-enid and thornhill. i wonder how close they were? thornhill looks so proud of her, enid looks so happy, are those happy memories tainted by what happened?

-i feel like they slow down the mystery aspect of it all so that the viewers can catch up, wednesday wouldn’t be that slow in figuring most of this stuff out if it weren’t for the tending to the audience

Part 3

[xer-melody]

A Worshipper of Magic (For a Date) part 4

Wednesday Addams x Male!Witch!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warning: a bit of gore at the end

Words: 1582

Summary: You and Wednesday devise a plan to capture the monster - a plan that could get you killed.

You nearly tripped over yourself, barefoot, running down the hallway after her.

Despite her small stature she was fast, moving effortlessly through the halls of Stocker hall despit having only been twice. She made sharp turns, leaving your vision for a moment and every time you worried that by some magic she would disappear behind one. It wasn’t until you both passed your room again, door still wide open did you realize she, in her rage and frustration, had forgotten where the exit to Stocker Hall was.

“Wednesday!” You shouted, a bit worn out from all the running, but so was she.

She stopped in front of you, you could hear her heavy, uneven breathing. Then in a swift movement she turned to you, her face turned to one of anger.

“I’m going to kill him..” she paused, “...And you’re going to help me”

She was right, of course.

You were a witch, you weren’t above murder. You usually condoned it, murder, fighting, maiming, mayhem, all of it. But you weren’t sure what this Tyler kid was, or his involvement in all of this. He could just have been a human dropping off lunch or something.

But you didn’t honestly believe that, and neither did Wednesday.

You knew his involvement went deeper that you had the evidence to prove, and at the moment there was nothing you could do about it. Wednesday, for all her bleak, hopelessness, didn’t believe that.

“We have to go again..” She said.

“There’s nothing else, I haven't seen anything and neither has anyone else, this was the first actually suspicious thing we’ve seen, that’s why I came straight to you.”

“So we’ll go after him-”

“And we’ll both die trying..” you sighed.

“So you want us to do nothing?”

With another sigh you let yourself sink back into your seat.

Wednesday thinks Tyler is the monster and that- somehow, Thornehill was controling him. You knew there was something wrong with her, you could see it in her soul, but you figured it was just fear, she was the only human at an inhuman school, you figured a bit of fear came along with it. But apparently it was hatred, for inhumans, or as she put it, ‘freaks’. She was the one in charge, the way she yelled and ordered Tyler around made that much clear. She controlled him. Why was they killing inhumans then?

“My mother murdered somebody..” Wednesday said suddenly.

“Yeah, I heard..”

“The man she murdered, his entire family died soon after..”

“I heard that too.”

“I was..in the family's house, the entire thing was covered in dust, dirt, and webs..all except for the sister's room. It was clean, and it had fresh flowers, they hadn’t wilted in the slightest.”

You sighed, sitting back in your chair, you’d persuaded her into coming back to your room with you so you weren’t just standing outside, plotting against a teacher.

“So there’s a supposedly dead little girl running around killing inhumans-“

“-or Ms.Thornhill is that little girl. My first thought was Dr. Kinbott, my therapist, but I’ve counted her out as a suspect, Xavier too-“

Despite not knowing either of those people, you absorbed her words thoughtfully. She’d already had a list of suspects, a list consisting of mostly people she knew personally, you wondered if you were on that list.

‘Don’t think, don’t think, don’t think, don’t think’ you thought.

Your mind was spinning as you sat in a cafe, well not just a cafe, the cafe that a suspected murderer worked at. You don’t know how she convinced you but she did. Now you sat in a booth across from, glaring at her unintentionally. Your jaw was clenched tight, your hands balled into fist. Despite your efforts to call yourself, thoughts of you being violently torn to shreds because you revealed your suspicion of him terrorized your mind. That wasn’t the only thing though.

Wednesday's plan was to provoke him using you. Something that, had it been anyone else, you would have said ‘no’ to then never have spoken to them again.

Unfortunately, you were soft.

‘He’s pretty when he’s scared,’ a thought Wednesday didn’t think she was capable of.

She has, in the past few days, come to enjoy your company a bit more, considering that nearly a week ago you’d done something rather intimate together- out of necessity, of course- but intimate regardless, she couldn’t forgot what that meant to you, what it meant for your kind, and what it meant in your relationship with her.

Peeking up at you over her book, she watched your mind race with a little smirk.

Wednesday hadn’t been the most romantic person ever, she’s actually been rather apathetic to it for most of her life. But you interest her, even now as you’d seemingly zoned out with a glare on your face.

“Wednesday-“ a familiar, yet unwanted, voice said.

She tapped her foot on yours under the table and you quickly became aware of his presence.

“-who's your friend?” He asked, a bit of worry in his voice.

You looked up at him, then across to her. You’d agreed beforehand that she would be in control, she knew him, and therefore could push his buttons better than you. But the part of her brain that produced snarky, sarcastic comments was shutting down due to the boiling rage she felt under her skin.

“I’m y/n..” you said, mustering every bit of calmness in your body,

“Y/n..” he repeated, and you could hear a twinge of dispies behind his sweet tone.

“Yeah, me and Wednesday have been..” you paused- for effect of course, “hanging out”

Your tone didn’t sound entirely truthful, which seemed to piss him off.

“Oh-“ he muttered, “she’s never mentioned you before.”

“It’s still relatively new-“ you could hear the restraint in her voice as she finally spoke up.

He nodded, his aura darkening.

A few more minutes of proding conversation later and Tyler was walking away with thinly veiled hatred for you in particular.

You and Wednesday didn’t stick around long after that. Actually, she dragged you out of the cafe not even ten minutes after you’d spoken to Tyler.

“Now what?”

You’d met Wednesday back in her room, ignoring her giddy roommate in the corner as she’d asked you to do.

“Now we wait for him to try and kill you.”

Right, you’d almost forgotten about that part, piss him off by being friends with Wednesday (she’d already mentioned his…possessive tendencies), wait for him to attack, after that things get a little too vague for your liking but you’ve already enacted step one so there’s no going back now.

“Good, great-“ you sighed, “if he does actually kill me I’ll haunt you as a ghost forever.”

“Hmm, you’d probably be tethered to wherever you were murdered, but I would visit you.”

“Maybe you could just carry my ashes around with you, I think that should tether me to you.”

“You would make a pretty necklace.”

“Thank you.”

Enid, who you’d nearly forgotten about, let out an excited noise, but quickly shut herself up.

Hours later, Wednesday insisted on walking you back to your room, as a way to thank you for risking your life.

You didn’t feel particularly brave about it, you felt scared, and yet, you were happy. You were doing this for a greater cause. Besides, the amount of hexes, spells, and traps in your room should protect you- or at least alert somebody before you are dead.

You stopped in front of your door, sighing deeply as you pondered for a short moment as to why you were jumping through these kinds of dangerous hoops for a girl you’d known for less than a month. Then you looked down at her, and with a sigh you cast those thoughts from your mind, you’d think about them again later, probably while fighting for your life in a hospital, but you’d decided it was worth it- for now at least.

“I’ll see you tomorrow..” you said as casually as you could.

“Of course-“ then, without any warning, she kissed you. It was just a peck on the cheek but when she pulled back you could see how flushed her pale face had become.

Then, before you could speak, she was gone.

Turning, you fumbled with your key in your pocket for a moment before finally going to unlock your door. Only for nothing to happen when you turned the lock, no click of the lock moving. Because it was already unlocked.

With a sigh, you pushed the door open and was quickly pinned to the floor by a blur of gray.

A searing pain shot through your body, starting at your chest, then quickly spreading to your limbs. You tried not to scream as your flesh was torn under the monster's sharp claws. It felt like years had gone by before it stopped, but I’d only been seconds. You turned your head to see the monster, suspended mid air, caught in a trap. You’d laugh if you were choking on your own blood.

Taking a long, painful breath in, then out, then in again. You needed to focus on breathing- on keeping your heart beating until help came. Another deep breath. Then another. Then another- you could head footsteps, thudding loudly against the floor.

You forced your eyes to stay open- to watch that murderous monster struggle against invisible, unbreakable binds.

Smiling, you thought, ‘I got him’.

[rybonucleic-ket]

this has been sitting in my notes app for a hot sec but I don't have the motivation to do anything with it so yk

have some tylorpe nobody asked for but I brain vomited

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The dreams of Xavier Thorpe had been haunted for months. He saw it every single night, that thing. The dreams turned into drawings, the drawings to obsession. With the creature, with who it really was. Xavier knew about Tyler Galpin long before anyone else. He's still not sure why he never told anyone.

After the creature came out of his painting to scratch him, his determination to learn more about it increased exponentially. He knew its cave well, his visions having taken him there multiple times. After that, nightly visitation of the cave became a regular occurrence. He’d seen in several times, but never like he saw it tonight. Never this close.

He was sure he was going to die. He’d watched it rip apart half a dozen people, and he would be no different. His obsession, having grown stronger than Wednesday’s, would be the death of him. He’d accepted his fate, not bothering to run when it charged toward him. He could feel its breath on his face, eyes closed as he waited. He held his breath. Five seconds went by, heavy breathing in his ear. Ten. Thirty. Forty five. He opened his eyes, meeting those of the monster in front of him. Creepy as shit, even though he saw it every night. He let out the breath he was holding, closing his eyes again. Neither moved. What the fuck was happening? Why was Xavier alive? Not to mention entirely uninjured? He couldn’t tell you. All he knew was when he reopened his eyes, Tyler fucking Galpin looked back at him, covered in blood. “What. The fuck.”

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“So.” “Yeah.” Freshly showered Tyler sat in Xavier’s clothes on the bed that was formerly Rowan’s, because fuck you Galpin, you’re not getting blood all over my dorm. Xavier had never been more confused in his entire life, studying Tyler from across the room, no fear or hatred in his eyes, just confusion and fascination. Tyler stared right back at him like he’d never seen anyone like Xavier before either. After what felt like hours of mutually intrigued staring, Tyler spoke, barely more than a whisper. “Why didn’t you run?” “I’m not scared of you, Tyler.” “Right. But…you didn’t run when I..wasn’t me.” “Not scared of that either.” Xavier paused. “The real question is, why didn’t you kill me?” Tyler’s eyes dropped to his hands in his lap, wet hair dripping. He spoke so softly it was barely audible. “I don’t know.” He laughed humorlessly, looking up at Xavier with wet eyes. “I have no fucking clue.” Xavier studied his face for a while, before looking away. “It’s way too late for any of this shit to make any sense. I’m exhausted, you probably are too.” He pulled out a blanket for Tyler, Rowan’s bed already had sheets and a pillow on it because Xavier didn’t like the bare mattress. Tyler looked at him with an expression he couldn’t read. “Ah, shut up, man, it’s only weird if you make it weird. Not like I’m dying to share a room with you, but uh, it’s the middle of the night, it’s fucking freezing, correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think your dad’s gonna appreciate you showing up shivering in someone else’s clothes right now. Take the goddamn blanket.” Xavier threw the blanket at Tyler, hitting him in the face. Tyler grinned, pulling the blanket over himself. His expression softened. “Thank you, Xavier, really. There’s not really any reason you need to do this, actually, there are a lot of reasons why you shouldn’t do this, so I…I really appreciate it.” “Yeah, yeah, I’m the patron saint of hospitality,” Xavier turned off the lights, flopping face first onto his bed. “Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep.” Tyler laughed. “‘Night, Xavier.” Xavier sleepily hummed in response, muffled with his face buried in his pillow.

-

Tyler woke to the sun high in the sky, a moment of panic overtaking him as he tried to remember where he was and why his alarm didn’t go off. Remembering he was in Xavier’s dorm, his panic turned to his shift, to school, to his father. Fuck. Xavier walked into the room in sweatpants and a T-shirt, eyes flicking over Tyler briefly before he grabbed a sketchbook, flopping on his bed to draw. “G’morning. You’re up.” When he saw the panic in Tyler’s eyes, he sighed, exasperated. “God, calm down. It’s a Saturday. No school. And you’re off today, at the coffee shop. Figured you’d need your beauty sleep.” Tyler barely registered the fact that Xavier knew his shift schedule, too busy freaking out about his dad. As if he read his mind, Xavier said, “And, honestly, with the frequency of my dreams, I highly doubt it’s the first time you’ve been out all night, so presumably your dad either: a) doesn’t notice, b) doesn’t care, or c) is used to it.” Tyler groaned. “What time is it?” His voice came out gravelly, having just woken up. Xavier grinned at him. “Two-thirty p.m.”

(hey hey this is on ao3)

[ablatheringblatherskite]

I AM SO THRILLED that Jenna Ortega and Hunter Doohan are both down for the Wednesday becomes Tyler's master theory whhdhahdhshd please it was my favorite theory since the very beginning when I joined this fandom. PLEASE I NEED IT TO HAPPEN.

HUNTER DOOHAN ADDING, "I feel like Wednesday would come up with something horrible for me to do." THO. Like I LOVE all the fics I've been reading where Wednesday becomes his master but I can't be the only one who thinks Wednesday WOULDN'T be as nice and respectful about it as she usually is in the fics I read. Like my girl IS MAD at him and I need to see her take her revenge on him. I'M NOT SAYING I HATE TYLER I LOVE TYLER LOOK AT MY OTHER POSTS AND YOU'LL SEE. But I am unfortunately that writer that has that favorite character/blorbo that they ADORE SO MUCH and unfortunately USUALLY THAT COMES WITH PICTURING THEM SUFFERING. I'M SORRY TYLER BABY YOU ARE STILL AND FOREVER WILL BE MY LITTLE HYDE MY LITTLE MURDER PUPPY 😭

But like the OPPORTUNITIES for all the JUICY moments??? Like IF Wednesday was gonna be respectful about it, then she'd HAVE to falter eventually. She'd HAVE to take advantage of it at some point. But I think more realistically Wednesday would be HORRIBLE to Tyler and yes, come up with a lot of horrible things for him to do for her. Like her having a monster as a "pet" (as Jenna said) would provide so much opportunity for her and how can she NOT take advantage of that. I can believe that she'd be kinder to him later on tho, maybe he'd prove he really did care for her and that she CAN trust him. But it can't be right away. Tyler would have to suffer first 😭

And I really hope they tell us if Hyde is actually evil (like in Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, where Hyde is literally everything evil inside Jekyll), or does it depend on the master??? Personally I'm hoping for the former, because I NEED to see Tyler fighting against Hyde. Like, in Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, Hyde starts to bleed into Dr Jekyll, right? The lines between Tyler and Hyde might be blurring. I need to see this battle between the two of them inside, the real Tyler against the monster inside him.

So YEAH if they REALLY DO THIS IN SEASON 2 (I NEED IT TO HAPPEN IN SEASON 2) there's gonna be SO much opportunity to explore how the Hyde/master bond works, see just how much control over him she'd have, and just learn more about the HYDE in general which I NEED to see because THE CONCEPT IS SO FASCINATING. PLEASE. AND TYLER DESERVES THAT EXPLORATION (plus I need to see Hunter's incredible acting skills here like HE'D KILL IT). And hopefully a redemption arc and most especially acknowledgement that he was the victim, too.

Anyway yeah that's what I've been thinking about all this morning. How are you. 😭

[marvelsage]

Wednesday & Wick

THREE

SETTING: FESTIVAL

“Hello, Wednesday.” You were throwing darts when you felt her familiar dark presence near the booth.

“Y/n.” She picks up the darts aswell and starts to play. She gets practically all of them but stopping at the last.

“Didn’t think you’d stick around for this.” Setting up for another round of darts.

“I’m not, it’s apart of my plan.” Nodding, she pops the last balloon and then turns to watch you play.

“Right… let me guess Tyler?” She marvels silently at how at ease you were with throwing the darts.

“How’d you know?” Popping the last balloon you take the panda and turn your full attention to her.

“Lucky guess, here.” She takes the panda confused but obviously doesn’t show it.

“For Ms.Weems.” You head off nodding to Xavier as he approaches next. Not long passing Tyler and an itch to turn back comes over you. You spot Rowan and head in his direction.

“Hey Rowan…” You trailed off as whispers filled your ears, you couldn’t make out much of what they were saying.

‘beware’

‘mothers lingering’

‘Wednesday’

‘save them’

“Wick! Hey!” The whispers stop at once and Rowans hand on your shoulder snaps you of it.

“Hey you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m alright, sorry spaced out there. You doing alright, Rowan. You haven’t been eating too much cotta candy right? We don’t need a repeat of last year.” You swung you arm over his shoulder and start walking in a random direction.

“No I’ve made sure to steer clear of that. And I’ve been the same as usual.” You know he’s lying as he fidgets with his glasses and nervously looks around. You stop and stand in front of him with your hands on his shoulders.

“Don’t lie to me, Ro. What’s going on? Is it the thing with your mom and her drawing?” He blanches and stutters to come up with an excuse but you pat his shoulder to calm him down.

“Hey, it’s alright.”

“No it’s not! I-I need to stop her- you should help considering it has to do with you as well seeing as you-” You let go of him slowly and step away.

“I didn’t tell you those things so you could use it against me.” You could feel his aura getting frustrated.

“Fine, I’ll handle it then.”

“Rowan! Come on! Rowan!” He storms off somewhere determined and you spin around deciding to look for Wednesday instead. You catch a whiff of her scent and follow it, through the crowd you spot her and Tyler rushing pass and not too far from them is the three musketeers. Brushing pass everyone you dodge the the three and come up a little behind them as she knocks into Rowan.

‘the prophecy’

‘she’s the raven’

‘perched on the blazed tree’

‘Rowan done’

‘He’s gone’

‘Gone’

‘Gone’

‘DEAD’

“Wick! Hey Y/n!” You come to seeing Xavier holding you up. Shakily you stand on your own looking around for Wednesday.

“Where is she?” You mumble stepping away from him.

“Where’s who?” You catch a glimpse of her disappearing in to the woods.

“I gotta go”Running around him, you trail behind Rowan and Wednesday as you all cross the bridge.

“Rowan, wait!”

“What do you want? Why are you following me?”

“I don’t have time to explain, but you’re in danger.” You slowly approach the scene staying out of sight.

“I think you’ve got it backwards.” You felt your demons holding you back as he flies her to the tree.

“You’re the one who’s in danger.”

“What are you doing?”

“Saving everyone from you. I have to kill you.” Your eyes flash amber as your feet digs into the dirt from being restrained.

“The gargoyle, that was you?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s always the quiet ones.” A paper flew from his pocket and unfolded to show the drawing from the book. He goes on about his mother and how it was his destiny to stop the girl in the drawing. You felt the release your demons had on you when he increased his powers.

“Rowan!” His shock caused him to drop Wednesday, you catch her before she could hit the floor and push her behind you as the mysterious monster came up behind Rowan.

“Rowan!” You were too late as the monster picks him up and slash his gut open. It looks back to growl at you both causing you to flash your eyes and send a challenging snarl. It flees letting you rush to Rowan’s side, you already knew he was gone.

“He’s gone.” Wednesday kneeled beside you a bit shocked, she watched as you place a hand above his face and a grey smoke slips from his mouth.

“What are you doing?”

“Protecting his soul.”

“Why?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“There’s more to you than you lead on isn’t there?” Standing you look at Rowan one more time before turning to her and shake your head softly.

“Don’t worry about it.”The paper from earlier gliding to his chest catches her attention. She takes it and stands as well.

“Did you know he was going to do this?”

“No alright and if I did I would have stopped him earlier and prevented this from happening, but it did.”

“Why would you care about what happens to me?” Turning back around sighing, over this whole situation. The fact was this whole death thing wasn’t new to you, perks of being what you are. But very few times did it involve those you somewhat took a liking to. Wednesday Addams, although you’ve only known her for like a day, has come to be one of those people you somewhat tolerate to be around.

“You really need to start making friends, Wednesday.” She steps closer looking up slightly to meet your eyes and the urge to dig up those enticing dark thoughts come over again.

“I don’t need anyone, Y/n.” Analyzing her facial structure to direct your attention elsewhere leads you to her lips and then back to her eyes.

“I know, and that’ll be your downfall…Come on we gotta go.” You didn’t see it cause you had turned away but the expression Wednesday normally worn, frowned the tiniest bit.

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@darlingtwice @e-dollly @gengen64 @mrchiipchrome @frogtits1

[marve2014]

No Time Like the Present

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader 

Part Three

Summary: Aftermath of Part Two

Warnings: Minor mention of violence, kidnapping.

Minors DNI

Word Count:3.1k

Authors Note: All characters aged up to 18.

Coming too everything is hazy feeling like you just woke up from a bad nap. You can’t really make out any distinct voices, you just hear a bunch of beeping; your attempt to sit up and open your eyes goes terribly wrong and ends up causing you to feel lightheaded so you lay back down. You take in your surroundings slowly, recognizing you’re in a hospital room but can’t remember what you did to get placed here. You notice the only pain you have is in your head and you don’t seem to have any wounds anywhere. You press the call button next to your bed that rings the nurses’ station, and you wait for someone to come in. Instead of being greeted by a nurse, your mother comes rushing in and smiles widely seeing you awake. She brings you a cup of water and sits next to you on the hospital bed  

“Oh, my sweet girl, you gave me quite the scare.” Your mother says as she runs her fingers through your hair and gently cups your face with both hands “Never do that to me again.”

“I’ll try not to.” You smile back at her “What exactly happened? My head is pounding.”

” I’ll grab some medicine for that and be right back to answer any questions. You have a visitor though; I’ll send them in while I’m gone.” As your mother leaves you adjust the bed and try to get more comfortable; hearing the door open you look up and find Tyler standing there holding some flowers and a stuffed bear. “Glad to see you alive, I don’t think I could handle training another person on the espresso machine.” He laughs and sits down in the chair next to your bed. Taking the stuffed bear, you cuddle it and then pull Tyler into a hug. “Thank you, for the gifts and coming to see me.”

“Well, it’s not every day a normie gets caught in the middle of Nevermore problems you’re the talk of the town.”

“On great. Can’t wait to read about myself in the paper.” You gently laugh. “Tyler… I know I’m going to sound crazy, but A monster killed that kid. All I remember is him holding Wednesday in the air and then dropping her as the monster attacked him. Wednesday! On my god! Is Wednesday okay?!” 

"Wednesday is perfectly fine. Apparently, your scream scared off whatever it was before it could turn to you or her.” Tyler explains. 

“Oh, okay. Well good. Good, good, good.” You fiddle with your hands refusing to make eye contact with Tyler. “Has, um, she asked about me? You know what never-mind. I don’t want to know.” 

“Well actually, she has been by every hour, on the dot. You have about 7 minutes until she walks through the door again”

“Are you serious? On God, I look like crap. She can’t see me like this!” you squeal and pull the covers over your head  

“Yeah, you don’t really have a choice. T-minus five minutes until darkness walks through the doors.” Tyler laughs and pulls you from the blanket and pats your fizzy hair down

“Have you spoken to her?…” 

“Nothing too serious. Just checking up on you and her constantly asking if I saw anything strange, that kid lived though- “Tyler is cut off by your room door opening to reveal a stoic looking Wednesday Addams. 

“Leave us Tyler.” Wednesday demands not taking her eyes off you. 

“I mean it’s not like I was here first or anything, but sure I’ll leave. I’ll come back right after my shift, okay y/n? Text me until then. “Tyler hugs you and waves bye too Wednesday as he closes your door.

“Hello Wednesday, fancy seeing you here. How ya been?’ You joke trying to take some of the tension out of the air. Wednesday doesn’t say anything she just stares at you and then moves to take the chair Tyler was previously sitting in.

“As much as I enjoy hospitals and the pain they bring people, I would much rather not see you inside its walls.” Wednesday States as she pulls a black dahlia stuffed figure from her purse and throws it on your bed. “Tyler said sick people like gifts, so there.” 

“Well thanks, considering you think I’m a nuisance and all.” You mumble and pick up the stuffed flower 

“That is what I wanted to explain. I can’t bring myself to say the words, so I wrote it down. Please read this.” she demands as she hands you a letter looks like it was written on an old timely typewriter. ” I’ll wait here for you to finish it. “

“Okay then.” You begin to read the letter: y/n, when I called you a nuisance, it is not what I actually meant. I find you very nice to look at and sitting with you was not terrible. You are not abysmal at crowd control and make a very good espresso. You also called me pretty, which no one has ever done, I didn’t hate it, your smile made me blush and that has never happened either. You make me feel sick in the best way possible. Please forgive me for the way I spoke of you to Tyler. Also, if you ever show anyone this, I will deny it and have to kill you. Regretfully, Wednesday Addams.

You glance up at Wednesday and see her eyes coldly staring at you waiting for a response.

“You have to buy me an iced coffee every time I see you for the next two weeks. Only then will I forgive you” you say as you smile up at her.

 “I suppose that’s fine.”  she agrees.

“Now that, that is out of the way! What the hell happened last night and what was that thing?” you question.

“I think it would be best if you stayed out of it and stayed out of the woods. Also, don’t chase after anymore random boys going into a dark forest alone.” Wednesday says as she starts to stand up. 

"Wednesday, nice try but not even someone as cute as you can keep me from the truth.” You smugly state. “I guess I’ll have to figure it out on my own. “

“This isn’t a joke y/n. You could get hurt if you go searching for answers alone.”

“Guess you’ll have to let me help then. Plus, the sheriff and my mom are friends and the coroner’s office is here in the basement if you haven’t noticed.”.

“This isn’t some Nancy drew situation. That kid Rowan is dead even if no one believes me.  The monster destroyed him. You could have already been killed by him. Do you not understand that?” Wednesday begins to raise her voice just the slightest as you sit up in bed more and look her directly in the eyes. 

“You may be used to people not caring about what you do or the dangers of it, but I was there to. I am fully aware of what could have happened.

Your intense stare off with Wednesday is interrupted by your mother walking in the room with the medicine for your head.

“Hello dear you must be Wednesday; Tyler told me you had been stopping by to see our y/n.” 

She walks over and inserts a syringe into your I.V. as she looks back and forth between you and Wednesdays heated stares. “Am I interrupting something?" your mother asks awkwardly.

“No, you weren’t I was just leaving. I must get ready and meet Enid for the Poe Cup.” Wednesday abruptly stands and walks to the door turning back to you. “I will use Enid’s phone and text you; this conversation is not over.” Walking out without another word. 

“Well, she’s just a delight.” Your mother chuckles and runs a hand over your forehead and into your hair

“Laugh all you want mother; I’m going to marry that girl.” You smirk as you feel the drowsiness from the medication taking over.” Gonna marry her mom, just you watch.” 

Your mother laughs at you and presses a kiss to your forehead watching you drift off to sleep. “Whatever you say sweet girl, whatever you say.” 

You wake up a few hours later to two voices arguing back and forth you immediately recognize one as your mothers and the other as Sheriff Galpin’s. 

“I don’t care if you’re the sheriff. You’re not taking to her until she has no medication in her system, and she’s discharged! “ 

“I need to corroborate the Addams girl’s story. The sooner I do that, the closer we can get to finding some answers.” 

“And you can get those answers when she has no narcotics in her system.” 

“Fine. I’ll wait. But the second she’s clear, I’m talking to her.”

“That’s fine. But don’t you dare ask Tyler to get information out of her or so help me, it won’t be some bear that’ll be your problem; it’ll be me.” 

You hear your door being pushed all the way open and lean up to see your mother walking through.

“How are you feeling sweet girl?” She asks as she grabs you another glass of water and a straw.

“I feel better, the pain is more of a dull ache, not as bad as it was earlier.” You smile and take the water from her. “Was that Tyler’s dad you were arguing with?” you ask.

“I was hoping you didn’t hear that, but yes. He’s being a real pain about talking to you. You need your rest before talking to anyone about what happened. If you want to tell me about it, that’s fine. But that stays between us. I don’t care how friendly me, and the sheriff are.” 

“Thank you, I still don’t even know how to process everything, let alone try and remember it all.” You sigh and start to try and move. “When do you think they’re going to let me out of here?”

“If you’re feeling fine, we can head home once the discharge papers are ready. You don’t have a concussion or anything, you’re only here because I insisted. Let me go see if I can find a nurse. I’ll be right back.”

“Thank you, mom.”

“You’re welcome sweet girl.” She gives you another kiss on the forehead as you feel your phone begin vibrating. Looking down you see a text from Tyler

Best Coffee Maker in the World: How much longer they keeping you hostage? Work sucks without you here. I’m so bored.

Y/n: I get to leave once the papers are readyyyyyyy. Come to my house when you’re off, not the hospital lol. 

Best Coffee Maker in the World: Okayyy. Gonna need to know how the talk with Wednesday went. I’ll bring snacks! 

You read Tyler’s last message to you and start getting your stuff ready to leave, picking up the stuffed black dahlia from Wednesday and bringing it closer to you, cuddling it to your chest and smiling you wonder how the Poe cup is currently going  

Finally, back at home, you’re relaxing when Tyler walks in the open doorway

“Glad to see you home how is your head feeling? Tyler asks as he makes his way to your chair.

“Head feels fine just want to curl up in a ball under my blanket though” you laugh and get under the covers  

“So now did your talk with Wednesday go?” 

“Good, for her I suppose. I do however think she is going to learn the hard way that I don’t listen well to being told what to do. “You smirk.

‘Okay then ma’am only one of you is allowed to look like a killer and that smile is giving off major serial killer vibes. So, tone it down you weirdo.” Tyler laughs as he hits you gently with a pillow. 

You were about to tell Tyler bout Wednesday’s letter when you feel your phone ring and unknown number comes up. You answer and are surprised to hear Wednesday on the other end. 

“Meet me at the gates of Nevermore at 8pm sharp. Don’t be late “

The line went dead right after, and you look at Tyler to make sure you didn’t just imagine the phone call.

“You heard her as well, correct?” 

‘’Yes y/n, I heard her as well. So, is this a date? A friendly meet up? Did she say anything else?” He questions.

“Tyler... you heard the same things I did. Does it sound like she asked anything else?” You reply rhetorically and roll your eyes.

“Okay, geeze, you’re so testy sometimes.” He moans. “I’m heading out, tell me how tonight goes. If I don’t see you at work tomorrow, I’ll see you the following day. Okay?” He hugs you and walks out of the room,

You decide to go downstairs and make some food to pass the time until you had to leave and go to Nevermore. Heating up some leftovers from your mom you contemplate what Wednesday has in store for the both of you. Thirty minutes before you need to leave you change into some black leggings and a black cable knit sweater that way you can still be comfortable. 

Debating on what to shoes to wear, you settle on black doc martens to truly complete the all black look that you hope would make Wednesday Addams proud. You notice that it is time to leave, you leave a note on the counter for your mother as well as send her a text letting her know that you were going to see Wednesday. The drive to school is uneventful and you arrive at 7:55p.m. You pull to the side of the gate and put the car in park looking around to see if you can locate Wednesday anywhere. Suddenly, the passenger door opens and Wednesday hops in.  

“Thank you for coming. I think I found something useful. That night in the woods... Rowan showed me this photo his mother drew 25 years ago before she died.” Wednesday unfolds the photo and shows you a drawing of herself. “Apparently she told him that if this girl ever showed up at Nevermore, she would be its demise, that he needed to kill her.” 

“So, you think that you’re the demise of Nevermore?” You quietly ask as Wednesday stares out the front window.

“I’m not sure, but there’s a watermark on the photo that is related to an old secret society, The Nightshades. Mrs. Thornhill says they were disbanded, but I think I know where their library is.” 

“And you called me because?” 

“You said I couldn’t keep you from the truth, and two pairs of eyes is better than one. So, let’s go. We don’t have all night.” Wednesday states as she begins to get out of the car. 

“Yes ma’am.” You grumble and follow her.

You both make your way through the dark halls coming upon a statue of Edgar Allan Poe. There is a book at the base of the statue with 10 weird sentences. You look over them before speaking aloud. 

“They’re riddles. Each line. 

The opposite of Moon – Sun

A world between Ours – Nether

Two months before June- April 

A Self Seeding Flower- Pansy

One more than one- Two 

It’s leaves weep to the ground- Willow

It melts in the sun- Ice 

It’s beginning and end never found- Circle

Ever Rule has one- Exception.

The answer will give a sharp cracking sound. ‘’ you say as Wednesday is writing down each answer.

“Snap Twice” Wednesday snaps twice and the statue shifts, revealing a staircase. You both head down into what seems to be a large room lined with rows of books, photos on all the walls of young-looking students. You notice Wednesday stopping and staring at one photo in particular. The names on it are Mortician Frump and Gomez Addams. You put two and two together realizing that they are her parents.

“Did you know that they were a part of The Nightshades?” You ask as you see her looking at some of the books.

“No.” She answers coldly, you see her stick a book under her jacket before you feel fabric being placed over your head. You scream for Wednesday as you are placed in a chair and ropes are tied around your wrists. You hear Wednesday speaking with someone she calls Bianca before the cloth bag is removed from your head. 

“What the hell is going on and why was I just kidnapped?!” You scream at the group around you. You look at Wednesday who seems to be cool as a cucumber.

“Really Wednesday, a normie?” The girl you assume to be Bianca says.

“Just untie us and let us go. I don’t even go here; I could care less. I’m here for Wednesday, I don’t even know any of you. Well, besides tall, dark, and broody over there.” Nodding towards Xavier. “I don’t go to the normie school, I’m homeschooled. So, there is literally no one for me to tell.”

“We could always initiate Wednesday.” Xavier says as he stands behind both you and Wednesday. 

“I would rather die. Xavier, untie Y/n. Now.” Wednesday reveals that her wrists have been unbound for the last 5 minutes while Xavier undoes your ropes. Wednesday grabs your hand and makes her way to the stairs before turning around and scowling at the group “It’s people like you who give kidnapping a bad name.” Wednesday pulls you up the stairs not once letting go of your hand. You can feel the blush starting to spread across your face from the simple act of hand holding so you keep your head down and let Wednesday take the lead. 

“Well, that was fun.’’ Wednesday states as you both make it back to your car.

“It kind of was. Also, I saw you steal that book. I expect more information tomorrow while you’re buying me coffee.” You laugh as you go to open the car door. You notice Wednesday look hesitant as she still has a hold of your hand. 

“I’ve never held someone’s hand before. I don’t hate holding yours.”

“Well, that’s good to know.” You joke.

“This was a date if you didn’t know, it went quite well. I will be leaving you now. I need to complete my writing time. Goodbye y/n. I will see you tomorrow.” Wednesday lets go of your hand and immediately walks away leaving you dumbfounded. You get in the car and start it, heading back home thinking about the way her hand felt in yours. You arrive home to an empty house, your mother still a work. Heading to bed you receive a text from what you now know is Enid’s phone number wishing you goodnight. You can’t wait to tell Tyler about this tomorrow at work. 

Getting to work, you and Tyler talk before the Nevermore kids come for outreach day. You tell him everything that happened last night from the kidnapping, to the holding hands, and what Wednesday said to you. Tyler looks up at you smiling

“You do realize that you’re now dating THE Wednesday Addams, correct?”

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[streaminn]

Fuck, had an idea strike me before bed, now it's your problem. Streamer Enid let's fucking goooooooo

"I hate you." It rings in the otherwise silent halls of Nevermore, and it rings harder in Enid's ears.

"What?" It knocks the breath out of her lungs, and if it wasn't for her muscles stiffening in fear, she hasn't a doubt in her mind she'd be on the floor with blurred vision.

"I despise you, Enid Sinclair. I hate you. I hate hearing your grating voice, I hate listening to your rants of K-pop and social media, I hate listening to you text and giggle. I hate your laugh. I wish the Hyde had killed you. You'd be prettier in a box in the ground."

"Wednesday..." her limbs feel like grief-weighted lead; heavy and dragging and breath-stealing.

"If we'd never meant, I would be a much happier person. Better, maybe. Did you ever consider in all your attempts to "help me" you might've made me worse? No, because you think your good enough to help."

"Willa-"

"Do not call me that. That is a term of endearment. I want no endearment from vermin. A pest. A sickness. How incredible you are, then, Enid. You made me despise a plague. I'm happy to hate a plague if it's you, though."

"Willa- I- I don't understand. We were good- we-"

"Don't kid yourself. I had tricked myself into believing I was in love with you, out of a sense of debt."

For the first time since she started talking, Wednesday moves.

She'd been horrifically unmoving.

She walks past Enid.

"I was incorrect in liking Tyler. I could never want someone so weak as to fail in putting down a sick animal."

.

.

.

Enid never understood why movies show nightmares the way they do. Her nightmares aren't like that.

She doesn't shoot up and grab her chest, panting and frantically looking around.

She tenses all her muscles and stares at the celling, feeling the press of nausea in back of her throat. She stares teary-eyed at a celling that feels no remorse or pity for not rousing her from her distress.

When she can breath and think, she's knows she just had a nightmare. That's all it is.

It wasn't real.

It never happened. Wednesday would not ever say those things.

Why did it have to sound so much like her, then?

She reachs over to grab Wednesday's hand, her arm, face something, because it wasn't real, right? They got married, worked on themselves separately so they could be together and be better because of it. Wednesday didn't mean those nasty words- she meant her wedding vows.

Right?

There's no Wednesday in bed next to her, no dark hair unbraided and splayed everywhere.

There's no Wednesday to confirm that it wasn't real.

Right. She won't be back for anothed year and a half.

She grabs her phone.

2:07

Wednesday's in Australia.

4:07

She grips her pillow.

Papawolf: willa

Papawolf: willa

Papawolf: wilsl please awnsee me

Papawolf: wednaaday responde to me please

Papawolf: wednesday lease awnsaer me im zbout to vomit

Idon'twantanickname: What has happened, Enid?

Papawolf: do you love me

Idon'twantanickname: With the very blood that pumps in my veins.

Idon'twantanickname: What has happened?

Papawolf: call me

Papawolf: if you can

Idon'twantanickname is calling you.

Decline Answer

She hits the green button.

"Cara Mia? Are you alright."

"Nightmare."

"Sweetheart..." she wonders if it's the cooing tone or nickname if realness of Wednesday's that makes her calm down.

Maybe it's the palpable love in it.

"You said you hated my- everything. Everything that makes up my personality, pretty much. You said you hated my rants and K-pop and hearing me giggle and text and- and-" she hates the way she chokes and chokes but doesn't pass out from the lack oxygen in her lungs.

"You said you hated my laugh."

"E-"

"You said you wished the Hyde had killed me-"

"En-"

"Yo- you- fuck- you said I'd be prettier in a box in the ground."

"Enid."

'Ye-yup? Yes, yeah, what?"

"Darling, take a deep breath. I want to hear it over the phone. Can you do that, my Wolf?"

"I. I don't know, Wednesday I- holy shit I can't breathe, 'm gonna die."

"You will not. Try to relax your muscles and then try breathing. There is no rush."

"Okay, that." She pauses. She loosens her knuckle-white grip on her phone and her pillow, and tries to work up her arms. She imagines little lights in her arms, and tries to dim them. Not turn them off, just the brightness a bit. Wednesday thought her that in their second year.

Wednesday wouldn't have taught her that if she didn't love her.

She tries to dim the chest-light next. She can feel just a bit of air enter her lungs.

"I can do that."

"Good," Wednesday speaks softly. Enid wonders if she's in a hotel room. A little cafe, enjoying a quad over ice. "Good girl."

Enid's tail thumps against the bed.

"Deep breaths, Enid. I want to hear it."

"Right, sorry."

"You have made no mistakes. Do not apologize."

"Sor- uh. Okay."

"Good girl."

Enid breathes for a while. Sometimes she doesn't breathe loud enough and Wednesday tells her louder.

"I feel better, Wednesday." It's not a lie.

"Good. One last breath, then we talk. Okay?"

"I'm good to talk now-"

"Breathe. Treat it like your thoughts. You would never be so cruel as to deny me the right to hear them, would you? Treat your breathing the same."

Oh.

Fuck.

"Okay."

She breathes.

"Are you alright?"

"You love me?"

"One molecule in my body houses enough love for you to wipe out a city block."

"You don't hate me?"

"Didn't you just hea- no. I love you so much, Enid Addams."

"You don't think I'd look prettier in a box in the ground?"

"No. Even if that somehow happened, your brightness would pierce the earth and alert me to where you are."

"Okay. I love you too. I'm good to sleep now. Thank you."

"Sleep beautifully well, Enid."

Enid yawns, her jaw pops.

"You 'oo wil'"

Enid hangs up. Wednesday refuses to be the one to end a call.

She checks the time.

3:47

She smiles.

5:47

-Writer Anon.

I hope your rest is amazing writer anon!

-

"wait a sec, I killed Tyler what-" Enid's chopping turned more aggressive. "im anything but a sick animal because I bit his throat out so a boss. It was totally a one sided fight."

"is this over what your figment of me said?" Wednesday asks, her voice tiny from her spot in the phone. She's in an airport somewhere, waiting till it's time to board.

Enid just grumbles. Sick, broken, not right has been words she's been hearing all her life so to hear it from Wednesday stings alot more than she should.

It also irritatingly struck her pride.

She's stronger now, much stronger and with age comes alot of wisdom. That wisdom being, she totally wiped the floor with him during that night and there's no way people thought elsewise. The fact that her own brain thought so was betrayal!

That was the first time she protected Wednesday, she held it in very high regards okay! She may have struggled a bit but she still came out on top.

Take that, Tyler. Him and his dumb bug eyes- should've squeezed it out when she could.

"the true pest was him," Enid huffs, scooping up the vegetables and tossing it into the pot.

Wednesday just sighs, shaking her head but the slight smile showcased how used she was too it.

Sometimes its better to let your dear sulk a little.

[caffeinatednecromancer]

Wait, I know the argument is that Wednesday is the Hyde's new master because she killed Laurel. But what if it is actually Enid, because she beat the Hyde in a fight.

The show is a horror comedy. It would be so funny for them to constantly run away from Tyler everytime he popped up and then halfway through they find out he is just checking in on Enid cause she is the Hyde's new master. She wouldn't know what to do with that. Yeah she has a tendency to want control, inherited from her mom; but I don't think she has it in her to actually be that controlling.

[goginaporter]

seeing you reblog that wyler post REALLY reminded me of one of my biggest issues with wednesday (there are a couple), which is the character assassination of tyler towards the end of the show. i never really found him too interesting until his reveal as the hyde because that was the show fully committing to portraying how ugly grief can be & just how tormented it’s left him. making him “enjoy” the killing he did when he was obviously a victim of thornhill not only hurts his relationship with wednesday, but also his overall character.

tyler is a sympathetic guy. it would’ve been a cool idea to see them carry over wednesday actually feeling some level of regret, at least by proxy, over what’s happened to him. but what do you think??

i think you actually hit the nail on the head in highlighting that a lot of tyler's enjoyment of being the hyde derives from his trauma bond to thornhill and the sheer power she holds over him. looking at it through this lens allows you to understand that the killing would not necessarily be something he seeks for himself, but because he is driven by the whims of his master, he has to develop this sort of bloodlust to maintain her approval. thornhill's grooming is super scary and really reveals how much tyler lost when he lost his mom. to have this connection to her through thornhill makes her control over him all the more heartbreaking. i don't see it as character assassination to have him love something he's forced to love as he seeks a pale imitation of his mother's love. (and if I misinterpreted your ask, send another one!) i do hope in s2 that they show more of the nuance of his situation and how wednesday can draw understanding through that. but yeah thank you for asking this and i'm so sorry it took me a couple weeks to reply.

[mind-travel-er]

Pitfall Trap

# Pairing: Tyler Galpin x Wednesday Addams # Synopsis: Carnivorous eyes can be mistaken for loving eyes. Tyler had learned that with Wednesday Addams, he couldn’t dissociate the two. He didn’t even want to. # Warning/Content: Spoiler S01, Obsessive behavior, Sexual Tension, Primal Instinct, Toxic relationship, Character Study. # Word Count: 1.2k [read me on AO3]

Carnivorous eyes can be mistaken for loving eyes. Tyler had learned that with Wednesday Addams, he couldn’t dissociate the two. He didn’t even want to.

She is perfect.

And during that Rave’N dance, staring at him with dark, wide pupils, he wasn’t so much swaying to the music, but rather swayed by her.

By the girl who brings piranhas to a swimming lesson; just because someone usurped her right to torture her little brother. He knew she wouldn’t be phased by the monster crawling under his skin. Wednesday wore hers with pride on the outside.

" … Like putting piranhas in a swimming pool?"  She frowns. He explains himself with a purse of his lips he can’t hope to hide: 

"I may have done a little digging on you after we met."

"I’d do it again."

"I knew there was a reason I liked you." 

She is exquisite.

She dances, and he grins with all his teeth. She walks away, pulling the invisible elastic between them; then comes back to him, barely brushing his white tuxedo. He could growl right there and then. He wants his strong hands to grip her sides, but instead he snaps his fingers two times to the rhythms of The Cramps. ♭ I cruise through the city and I roam the street Looking for something that is nice to eat ♭ His eyes won’t let go of her. As if he’s both captured by the sight of an irresistible prey and hypnotized by a force that has relentless power over him. She moves and he follows. He is a paradox. He is all want, possessiveness and even rage. Yet, he smiles. He dances. He dances with her . Sky eyes meeting the dark of hers; somewhat meeting the dark of his. There are times, she gets so close, he wonders if she knows.

Wednesday Addams. Lovely and awful Wednesday Addams.

The one that smells like cardamom and the musk of the forest at midnight. When he gets close and breathes deeply in; her raven braided hair has a whiff of a wild cherry tree’s bark and a hint of sebum. At the sounds of the electric and psychedelic guitar , she’s moving at times like a rag doll; other times with lascivious movements that awake a fire that he knows too well. Her sweat is beading below her elaborate updo and making its way between her shoulder blades. Salty. Irresistible. He licks his lips. He has done much more than that before. The girl wasn’t a stranger to excursions in the woods near Nevermore Academy. She would kill for a brother. He would kill for her; he had. Rowan Laslow. If he wasn’t lying to himself, he would even die for her. Either way, what bliss. She would appreciate the gesture if she knew. But there’s joy in a secret threatening to become undone. It’s his way to have power over her; as she has that unsettling power over him. After he had indulged with Rowan, he had seen her lying there on the ground, hard to differentiate from a lifeless corpse. Her scent had been jealously retained by the leaves and the earth beneath. Once swept away by her peers, he had come back. Rolled in her aroma. Covering himself with her; with a depraved glee that only a monster could be satisfied with. ♭  Yeah, the city is a jungle and I'm a beast I'm a teenage tiger looking for a feast ♭ For a moment, he loses sight of her. Then, coming from behind, there are a few light taps on his shoulder. Wednesday stands behind him. Only Wednesday can lurk around without the ravenous monster in him noticing. If anyone could describe the traits of his face, only a love sick one could apply. He doesn’t mind. On the contrary, he loves the chase. He welcomes the ache that comes with it. He loves how unapologetic she is while dancing; as unapologetic as he is when the Hyde comes to play between the entrails of his victims.

In a primal way, Tyler knows that the Addams girl must sense the edge to their relationship. She’s not just drawn to "The cute boy next door". Admittedly, there is that. However, when she rarely comes to Weathervanes, she takes the quad over ice from his warm hands, and for only a few seconds, there's darkness at her fingertips. At that precise moment arises a conundrum. Does the chill roaming her arms merely exists because she fancies him? Or is it due to instinct? Those days, he can see the goosebumps leaving a trail on her fair skin— a warning; a thrill. A terrible danger near the surface that only her reptilian brain can perceive. One that has meant death for countless children, teenagers, and adults alike. Yet, everyone knows that Wednesday is in love with Death.

And tonight, she is dancing with It. ♭ You better duck When I show up The goo goo muck ♭ She rolls her hips, rolls her shoulders, draped in black ethereal satin. The intensity of her stern stare sets him ablaze, and he swears he can feel the scorching of the flames. He sees red instead of black and white. He dreams of his palms meeting the delicate crook of her neck. He dreams of shared heated lips that could never quench his thirst, except perhaps when he’s drenched in warm carmine; metal taste on his tongue.

The music stops. Wednesday doesn’t move anymore; still staring. Close. He can hear her little heart pumping the adrenaline away. While the world around continues to dance, he stands still; like the reflection of a mirror. Opposites. She’s in black, he’s in white. She’s controlled and neat. He lashes out whenever he can.

He finds those oppositions intoxicating.

Then. Then he thinks his dream might just come true because the livid face of Wednesday turns into shades of red; translating his mind. He looks up in shock. Hemoglobin droplets raining on them like a Christmas present. Delectably covering her ink-black hair; staining the shoulder pad of his jacket; staining everything. And for the first time during this Rave’N ball; for the first time ever for that matter… He sees her smile . Covered in crimson. A lovely reminder of when he does the same in secrecy; only Wednesday does it out in the open. As she always does. And it might just be the beautifulest thing he’s ever witnessed.

His irises grow wide. As wide as his hunger.

Around them, it is mayhem. Guttural screams, panic, and trembling limbs attempting to run away. It feels like home. They aren’t moving. Between them, a quiet wonder. He observes Wednesday looking sideways with a luscious twist on her lips. Then, in perhaps the longest seconds of his life, his eyesight reduces to a pinpoint as his dilated pupils follow the elegant finger of the Addams girl, slowly entering the sacred circle of her mouth. A taste. 

He might just lose his head. And he doesn’t mind. Nonetheless, she’s disappointed: "They couldn’t even spring for real pigs’ blood." Disappointed that she can’t taste the real thing. If only she knew. She turns away from him. A pit in his stomach. And an ache to see her wolfish smile again.

"It’s only paint." He can make it otherwise. He is breathless. And famished. He usually likes endings. The one he inflicts on others, that is. Still exposing her spine to him, he huffs and puffs from the yearning to bite whatever he can put his teeth on. Please, for the love of God, he thinks, let me sink into your flesh. Perhaps… Perhaps there is more than one way.